A silver-armored man gazed down on
the milling mass of soldier beneath him. He had long since abandoned his
helmet, chilled ice cold by the intense rain. The droplets had whipped
through the plains, stopping the advances of either side- wiping clean
the slate of combat. Each side retreated, treating their wounded, and
cursing their infernal luck.
“General Altos!” A young man, a
lieutenant, slipped and scurried his way up the steep hill. Altos had
ascended the hill without a thought, but others were not quite as limber
as he. “Altos, sir!
Altos glanced at the lieutenant. “Yes, soldier, what is it?”
“We’ve obtained a general idea as to
their numbers, sir. It looks as if our original estimations were overly
optimistic. They have a hundred thousand soldiers, General. That’s four
times ours.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, General.” The man shifted
uncomfortably. “We cannot hold against such numbers, sir.” A pause. “The
men are growing restless, even without knowing the odds. There’s been
talk of desertion. No one here wants to die, and, honestly, our reason
for fighting seems a bit weak.” Altos was silent for a long while. The
lieutenant shifted again. “Sir?”
“I will speak to them. Do not falter
in your efforts, lieutenant. Any and all information you can obtain on
our enemies is both useful and valued. You are dismissed.”
The lieutenant bowed, and staggered
back down the hill. Altos looked over his shoulder, to his hastily
erected tent. A horse stood there, tied to a post. Inside, his second in
command and brother waited. The other man met Altos’ gaze intently.
There was nothing else to do.
Altos gathered his energy, and
painfully made his way to the edge of the hill. He was not injured,
physically. The battle had been long, and the sacrifices great, and now
he learned that it was all for naught. He was not as young as he had
once been, either. His arm shook, but he stilled it through sheer will.
“Soldiers!” Altos roared. His voice
carried over the practically flat land, causing all the various people
below him to suddenly freeze and turn their gazes to him. “To me!”
With all attention on him, Altos
stepped onto the side of the hill, and descended to the camp. Whispers
and looks all hissed all around him. The General rarely descended from
his tent during times of ‘peace’. He spent the time planning, and
thinking. For him to be walking through the common soldier’s camp was
rare indeed.
He made his way to a scaffold of
sorts, where messengers and merchants spoke and traded. Took one heavy
step after another, up the creaking wooden steps. He turned to face the
crowd. He took in their features, their defeated, bleak looks, and made
his decision. They would fight, no matter the cost.
“Comrades! I have recently been
informed of our enemy’s numbers.” He was cut off by murmurings and
shifty glances. “They far outnumber us! A hundred thousand men!”
He was stopped again, this time by
outraged cries and moans of fear. He persevered. “We are tired, cold.
Our muscles sore, our minds weary. You wish to flee, and I would
accompany you without hesitation.” This statement brought another round
of muttering.
“I would leave with you, if only I
were able! To abandon this cause of ours and retreat to safety! I would
gladly flee!” The rain continued to fall, pouring onto his face, soaking
his grey-streaked hair. “This, I would do, and do it happily.”
He raised a hand. “But consider why
we are here! We are not here for some baseless purpose. We are not here
on the whim of some warlord or prince. No! We are here for a far nobler
cause!”
There were no more unhappy sounds from the crowd of bedraggled soldiers. They were staring at him with almost hungry looks on their faces.
“I have come here, today, in the
hopes of ending a conflict which has long since run its course! A war
which has torn families apart, ripped men from their homes, and crushed
the souls of those left behind.”
His voice continued to rise. “We are
here, not because of our own reasons, but because we will not stand
these horrors any longer! WE WILL NOT LET OUR ENEMY DESTROY US AND ALL
WE STAND FOR!”
A fierce light burned in Altos’
eyes. “My friends! We are here to protect our families, our livelihoods,
and our world itself! Will we abandon our position simply because we
are outmatched? NO! We will stand here, and hold our lines! We will
fight! Take heart in your purpose, men! Show the enemy that your courage
cannot be denied! We will fight! And we will win!”
It was hastily created and even more
so delivered, but Altos’ army bellowed approval. They stomped their
feet, banged swords on shields, and shouted.
As if on cue, the sun peeked out of
the clouds, shining down on the silver army. Altos had not even realized
that the rain had stopped.
“Are you with me, comrades? Will you
give me the honor of fighting alongside you?” As the sun shone down
onto his face, and the sound of victory filled the air, he heard the
answer before it came. Slow and disjointed at first, but then more and
more powerful.
“YES! YES! WE WILL FIGHT!”
*
-Definitely one of my weaker works. I
wrote it at midnight and so it isn't really that good. It's just a
little bit I wanted to write, like a general giving the most inspiring
speech imaginable to his troops. Yes, I know it isn't really that
inspirational but that's because there isn't a story to inspire with,
nor will there be.
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